needed to go there, and they said, peter, please go. >> the next morning my father and i arrived in newtown as the sun rows. the sky was streaked with red and i asked myself whether the clouds spent the night crying. my father wondered how can the skies be so bright on such a dark day. we went to the church where parishioners weeped and we lit candles in memory of the innocents lost. later that morning i watched my father interview the pastor of the church. he described how he had broken the news of the death of one girl to her brother. we heard another boy say, i don't want to die, jest want to have christmas. my father noted that worshipers were watching a live nativity scene. the monsignor said we're not going to be looking for one, we're going to be looking for 20 new stars. the hope of christmas would not be sting ired >> astood in the cold connecticut air, touched with the souls of the sweet infants inurned -- understood the christ child. they're so young, who will great them at the door? we said our goodbyes and i prayed for the spirit of olivia engel, who was to be an angel in the c